My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)
Chapter 1834

My mind was filled with complicated thoughts, so I regained my composure and asked Hendrix, "Where are the volunteers?"

If I did not witness with my own eyes the people who tried the drug, I would not believe that he was not involved.

Hendrix was calm. He looked at the mechanically gated door on the right and said in a stern voice, "Open it."

I glanced at Hendrix for a moment and then walked through the open door. I passed by two rooms and finally met the volunteers who took the medical risks for me.

The room, which was about 100 square meters, was divided into four spaces. The volunteers were surrounded by transparent glass rings. Inside, beds and desks had been arranged for them. Clad in hospital gowns, the women lived their life in the room akin to products displayed through a cabinet window. They were monitored every second to check for any adverse reactions to the drug.

"After the experiment, they can go back home safely. They will also receive a million dollars worth of gold. The Roberts will take care of them for the rest of their lives," Hendrix explained, his voice cold and aloof.

Although I knew that Hendrix was doing all these for me, I still could not accept the cruelty of using humans as specimens. I rushed out of the lab soon after.

Hendrix excused himself and followed me, "Just pretend you didn't see anything. I've already arranged everything for you. Even if there's retribution, it won't affect you," he assured.

To exchange one's life for the other; it was a simple experiment that was also incredibly inhumane. It didn't matter how wealthy one was, no one should ever wield control over who was to live and who was to die.

However, when I looked up at Hendrix's apathetic face, I could not say anything to blame him.

We often made insensible choices when faced with chaos. I had done something similar for Anne in the past. Therefore, I could understand why Hendrix did what he did. He was doing it all for me.

Since the volunteers had been injected with the virus, they would not survive even if they stopped the experiment halfway. For them, they had no choice but to wait for the antidote.

"Let's get out of here," I muttered. Although my mind was a mess, I was glad Hendrix didn't use himself as part of the experiment's human trials.

On the way out, I lowered my head and fell deep into thought.

For some reason, the anxiety I had battled all day did not subside even after my doubts had been cleared.

We got into the car and I eyed Hendrix silently from the corner of my eye. He seemed quite normal; was I overthinking things?

Hendrix swiftly fastened his seatbelt, then turned to look at me. His voice was low and deep when he stated, "I know what you're thinking."

He continued, "I'm willing to give my

life up for you, but before I get my revenge, I won't let any one of us die just yet. It's not worth it. Do you think it's selfish of me to think like that?"

On the surface, he was a man full of confidence, a star that shined as bright as they came. But all I wanted to do as he stared deep into my eyes, looking terribly upset, was to wrap my arms around him and comfort him.

Suddenly, I felt relieved. As long as I knew he was safe, I was content.

I flashed him a tiny smile and placed my hand on the back of his. I said comfortingly understand that you mean well but Mr. Shepard had said that the foxin in my body has begun to mutate, and no one knows how long can hold on for. Whatever it is, what's coming will come eventually. If you volunteered yourself to test the antidote and something happened to you, who else can I rely on to take care of me and our kid?"

Hendrix lowered his gaze and pondered for a moment. In his silence, I could not tell if he understood what I meant.